Beetle

I sat down in one of my last medical school classes, which seemed suspiciously like a high school class. I had recently won many awards and was congratulated by the other students at my table.

Everyone had brought their required supplies, namely a small notebook with a leafy twig taped to the first page. I realized that I had forgotten to do the assignment and quickly fashioned a notebook out of a folded paper towel so that the teacher wouldn't discover my delinquency. The assignment was to sketch a twig in pencil and I hastily began.

I felt something on my left shoulder, and realized that a huge black beetle was crawling on me. Every time I shook it off, it jumped back on my arm. I started freaking out and asked my friend Aaron to pull it off. When he did, I noticed that the beetle had huge fangs, and I woke up in a panic.